Empty Bed

I love the land of slumber,

Sometimes I get trapped in it too much,

A blessing and a curse,

I want to stay asleep all the time sometimes,

And not return to the land of the living,

Bless you if you sneezed,

What a diagnosis, this might be a doozy,

Let us play it together,

And see what happens,

It is a surprise,

Mates,

I got to remember that this is just a temporary release from the chaos,

Of the masses,

I hate that part and hope that it passes quickly,

Rewind your mind and try to keep up with me.